from the campsite

That's what I got. Nothin'. I was going to post yesterday, but Typepad was down by the time I got to it, and I don't have much to say other than it's about 9,000 degrees and we're heavy into the not-really-busy busyness of summer. Off to the pool each morning, no other commitments, just some popsicles and play ... mama's been doing some knitting, but nothing to show yet ... ah, summer.

from the campsite

This summer I seem to be much more conscious of its brevity, and therefore its preciousness. We love it. So very much.


big boy

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